Inside the Galactic Race warship, Li Hong and Lin Bo gazed calmly ahead. Their Purple Demon Eyes pierced through the ship's hull, taking in the colossal vessels before them.
Whether the Void Walkers or the Galactic Race, both surpassed the enemies before them technologically. Their warships were also forged from God-Tier alloys. The problem lay in their scale and numbers—or rather, the resources invested in them.
Aisvis's warship was a small battleship, built with greater emphasis on defense and speed. Its offensive power could not compare to the enemy motherships. Their Galactic Race warship, meanwhile, was the Galactic Race's most ordinary standardized small attack vessel. Though its firepower exceeded Aisvis's ship somewhat, its defense and maneuverability were far inferior.
Moreover, they were facing a complete fleet, not merely a single mothership. Even with a technological gap, a massively funded fleet could not possibly lose to low-cost, cheap little warships. Therefore, if they wanted victory, they could not rely on the warships' performance. They had to rely on the two of them.
"Pouring a large number of pieces from outside the chessboard into the game, thereby seizing control of the overall situation. Heh, Hermes really does understand military strategy and tactics," Li Hong said with a smile.
"But we have an unexpected advantage on our side as well. Our view of the Universe expanded in a short time. It is a bit too coincidental, like someone hurriedly adding chips to the weaker side just as the scales are about to tip," Lin Bo said gravely.
"No matter. Destiny always favors us. Good fortune will always stand on our side." Li Hong gave a soft chuckle. "We're almost there. It's time for us to head out. Remember, don't even think about launching a frontal attack, lest we fall into their trap. We